undead.

KIO -- 19, she/her, yearner final boss

masterlist - who I write for

(dividers by @v6que)

Enhypen needs engene now more than ever. They’re trying their best with this new change. Please don’t give up on them. Show them love and encouragement. I’m so proud of them for trying to stay strong through everything. Yes, you can still support enhypen while supporting Heesung. Don’t downplay the other members and the hard work they’ve put in.

Let engene be a group of people that the boys can lean on for comfort.

I get that the timing of Heesung’s announcement was poor but if this is really what he is deciding to do as far as his career and his music, we should respect that for now and avoiding making crazy speculations. That’ll only make things worse and divide engene as a fandom.

Also, can we try to refrain from comparing Niki to Heesung?? Niki is his own person with his own style and personality. He has his own unique charm and charisma and we need to be aware of that. Some of these people who are comparing him are just proof that y’all have never acknowledged him until now. While there may be a few similarities between the two, Niki is still his own human being.

New username alert!!

Old username: slutskio

New username: diaryofkio

Pairing: Toxic Bf! Yeonjun x Reader

Genre: Toxic Romance, Angst, Drama

Warnings: toxic relationship dynamics, manipulation, jealousy, possessiveness, emotionally unhealthy behavior

Summary: After a heated fight, you try to make your toxic boyfriend jealous by flaunting another guy at a club. Though, he isn't worried because he knows you'll come back to him anyway.

kio's diary | Hi guys !! First full angst fic, yayy. At first, I didn't really know how to go about writing this but I think I did pretty good. As always, requests are open <3

(dividers by @limesoda69)

{now playing: toxic by kehlani}

The argument starts over something meaningless.

It always does.

You don't even remember what the root of the problem was. Maybe it was the way he completely ignored how you felt. Or maybe it was the way he carelessly rolled his eyes when you asked where he'd been. Somewhere in the conversation, voices raised, words cut deeper, and tension rose thick enough to choke on.

"You're so dramatic," Yeonjun scoffs, running a hand through his hair like you're the one inconveniencing him.

"Am I really dramatic? Or are you just fucking selfish?" you shoot back. "You don't even pretend to care about this relationship anymore."

Then, he laughs. Actually laughs. Low and cold.

"You're still here, aren't you?"

That hit hard. Harder than any other disrespectful thing he tried to throw your way.

It hits because you know he's right. You are still here. In his apartment - no, your apartment. The one both of you pay for. The one that somehow feels like his space more than yours.

Before you can think twice, you grab your purse.

"Where are you going?" he asks, but he doesn't make any attempt to stop you.

"Out."

He leans back against the counter, arms crossed, looking infuriatingly calm. "Have fun."

That's it.

No apology. No chase. No regrets.

The door slams behind you harder than you meant it to.

The club is loud -- bass vibrating through your body, lights flashing like broken memories. You shouldn't be here. You knew that when you walked out.

All you wanted was to feel seen. Just for one night.

You order a drink you don't even like. It scratches your throat as it goes down.

Further into the night, a random guy approaches you. Easy smile, confident posture. He compliments your outfit. Calls you "beautiful." Actually listens when you speak.

It all feels so...different.

You let him stand closer than he should. You let your hand brush his arm. He buys you another drink.

And when he leans in to say something over the music, you angle your phone just right.

Click.

Another one.

Then a third, where at some point, his hand found a spot on your waist.

You post them. No caption. The pictures speak for themselves.

You stared at your phone afterward, waiting to hear that buzz. Waiting for Yeonjun's name to pop up. Waiting for anger. For jealousy. For some type of feeling.

Nothing.

You check again a few minutes later, thinking that having even an ounce of patience would be enough.

Still nothing.

The guy asks if you want to dance with him. You say yes, but you know your heart isn't fully in it. Your mind is back at the apartment. Back with him.

Why hasn't he called? Does he not care that you're posing with someone else?

An hour passes.

Then two.

Your phone finally lights up.

It's him.

No frantic paragraph. No missed calls.

Just one message:

Hope you're having fun without me. Don't stay out too late.

Your stomach drops.

That's it?

You type out three different responses and delete them all.

The random guy leans down, asking if you want to go somewhere quieter. Somewhere with less people.

You hesitated.

And that's when you knew.

You're not going anywhere with him.

When you unlock the apartment door, it's well past midnight.

The TV is on low. Yeonjun's on the couch, scrolling through his phone as if you never left.

He glances up at you briefly. Takes in your smudged makeup, heels in hand, and the slight wobble in your step.

"Seems like you had a good night, huh?" he asks casually.

You hate how calm his voice is.

"You saw the pictures."

"Yeah." he shrugs. "They were cute."

Cute.

That's all this is to him.

"You don't care?" you ask, cringing internally at how desperate you sound.

He sets his phone down and finally looks at you fully.

"I know you," he says. Firm. Certain. "You like seeking my attention. You like reactions."

He stands up, closing the distance between you with unhurried steps.

"But at the end of the night?" he spoke. His hand tilts your chin up gently, too gently.

"You come home to me."

Your breath catches.

"And you did."

It's not said sweetly. It's not meant to be affectionate.

It was a fact.

You want to argue. You want to prove him wrong.

But you're standing here, in front of him, exactly where he knew you'd be.

He brushes a thumb under your eye, wiping a faint streak of eyeliner away.

"Go shower." he murmurs. " You smell like cheap cologne and alcohol."

Your jaw tightens, yet you don't move away.

He leans in just enough for his lips to ghost over yours, barely a kiss. More like a reminder.

"Next time," he whispers. "Try harder."

And somehow, that hurts more than if he'd been jealous at all.

Pairing: Popular! Tomoya x Nerd! Reader

Genre: Contemporary Romance, School AU

Warnings: mild physical altercation, suggestive tension, kissing

Summary: A quiet afternoon at a local library turns into the start of something new when the school's most popular boy falls for the resident nerd over a book...literally.

kio's diary | Hi my loves !! this fic is based on this request. As I've said before, I haven't seen true beauty so this might not be as accurate to the show but I still hope you enjoy. Requests are always open<3

(dividers by @kodaswrld)

(made for @fleurenjun)

The Bellwood Public Library was small, quiet, and had a lingering smell of vanilla dust and old paperbacks. It was a kind of place no one from Saebom High School stepped foot in unless they were desperate.

In this case, you were desperate.

The final copy of Astrophysics for Curious Minds had been checked out for weeks. This was bad news considering the fact that your research project was due in four days. When the online catalog updated that Sunday morning, announcing the return of the book, you nearly sprinted the four blocks from your house.

You rounded the corner into the science aisle and stopped dead in your tracks.

A tall figure stood in front of the exact shelf that you were heading towards. Broad shoulders, varsity jacket, pink hair.

Just by those details alone, you knew who it was.

Uemura Tomoya.

Starting quarterback. Student body president. Human embodiment of charm and confidence. The kind of guy who high-fived freshmen in the hallway and somehow knew everyone's name.

He was also the last person you expected to see holding the book you needed.

His hand reached out at the exact same moment that yours did.

Your fingers grazed his.

You both grabbed the spine.

A beat of silence passed between you two.

"Uh," he said, glancing down at your hands tangled together, then at you. "I think I had it first."

"You didn't," you shot back immediately, tightening your grip. "I've been waiting three weeks for this."

He raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk plastered on his stupidly handsome face. "Funny. So have I."

You tugged.

He tugged back.

"Let go," you hissed, looking around to make sure the librarian Mrs.Donnelly wasn't watching from the front desk.

"You let go first." he countered, smiling like this was the highlight of his day.

"This is for my academic future."

"It's for mine too."

"You don't even know what astrophysics are!"

"You don't know that."

"You're literally the quarterback."

"And?" His grin widened. "You think we can't read?"

You gave the book a sharp pull.

He stumbled forward.

You stumbled back.

In a tragic, humiliating, slow-motion chain reaction, your heel got caught on the carpet seam.

You fell.

He fell with you.

The book fell from both of your hands as he landed right on top of you with a startled "whoa!"

The air whooshed out of your lungs.

Silence.

Tomoya's hands were planted on either side of your head. Your back was pressed against the thin library carpet. His face was hovering inches away from yours.

In that moment, you were suddenly very aware of how warm he felt.

Very aware of how close his lips were.

Aware of how his expression shifted from playful to something entirely different.

Something gentle.

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

You swallowed. "Get off of me."

He blinked, then scrambled up, offering his hand.

You ignored it and stood up on your own, brushing the invisible dust off your sweater. The book lay abandoned between you.

For a second, neither of you moved, as if time had frozen in place.

Then he bent down, picked up the book, and held it out to you.

"You take it." he said.

Your brain short-circuited. "What?"

"I'll figure something out."

You stared at him suspiciously. "Why?"

He shrugged, although there was something unreadable in his eyes. "Guess I owe you for tackling you in a library."

"You fell."

"Because you pulled."

You hesitated before taking the book. Your fingers brushed again.

"Thanks." you muttered.

"Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck. "See you around."

You thought that would be the end of it.

Turns out, it wasn't.

Monday morning, Saebom High felt different.

Or maybe you did.

You were halfway to your locker when you felt it.

That stare.

You glanced up.

Across the hallway, leaning against the lockers like he didn't have a care in the world, stood Tomoya.

He wasn't talking to anyone.

He was looking at you.

When your eyes met, he didn't look away.

Instead, he smirked slightly, as if you shared some type of secret.

Heat crawled up your neck.

You turned away too quickly and nearly walked chest-first into a sophmore.

From that day on, the tension was unbearable.

In chemistry, you'd feel his gaze on you during lab.

In lunch, his laughter would cut through the noise and make your stomach flip.

Once, in the hallway, your shoulders brushed as you passed each other.

Neither of you exchanged any words.

But the air felt electric.

Soon, your friends started to notice.

"Why does Tomoya always stare at you?" Your bestfriend Mia demanded one afternoon.

"He doesn't"

"He totally does. He looks at you as if he's in love or something."

You weren't sure what unsettled you more -- the staring, or the fact that you were starting to look for it.

Then came Friday.

You stayed late after school to finish a project in the library. Predictable, you knew.

What you didn't expect was to find Tomoya there.

Alone.

Sitting at a table with his notebook open.

He looked up as you walked in.

There it was again

That stare.

"You're stalking my study spots now?" you asked, trying to sound unaffected.

He huffed out a laugh. "I could say the same to you."

You paused before sitting at the opposite end of the table.

A wave of quietness stretched between you.

Thick.

Finally, he closed his notebook.

"Can I ask you something?"

You braced yourself. "Sure."

"Why do you look at me like I'm going to ruin your life?"

Your head snapped up. "I don't."

"You do."

He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table.

"I don't get it. I mean...I thought we were kind of...okay? After the whole library wrestling incident."

Your face burned. "That was embarrassing."

"For you?" he asked softly. "Because it's honestly the best thing that's happened to me in a while."

Your brain went blank.

"Huh?"

He stood, slowly walking around the table until he was in front of you.

"Ever since that day," he admitted, voice lower now, "I can't stop thinking about you."

Your pulse pounded in your ears.

"You barely even know me."

"I want to."

The sincerity in his expression knocked the sarcasm right out of you.

"I like that you fought me for a book," he continued. "I like that you didn't care who I was. I like that you look at me like I have something to prove."

He stepped closer.

"And I want to."

You stood before your knees could betray you.

"You're already popular," you whispered. "You don't need to prove anything."

"Maybe I do," he said gently. "Just not to everyone."

The space between you shrank.

Your breath hitched.

"If I kiss you," he murmured, "are you going to tackle me again?"

Despite everything, you laughed.

"Probably."

"Worth it."

At that moment, he kissed you.

Soft at first. Testing the waters.

When you didn't pull away, his hand slid to your waist, steadying you. Your fingers curled into the front of his jacket.

It wasn't dramatic.

It wasn't rushed.

It felt like a dream.

When you finally broke apart, you were both slightly breathless.

"So," he started, forehead resting lightly against yours. "Does this mean I can borrow your astrophysics book sometime?"

You rolled your eyes, yet you were smiling.

"Maybe," you said. "If you promise not to fall on me again."

He grinned.

"No promises."

next can u do popular!tomoya x nerd!reader? they’re at the small local library and reader and tomoya reaches for a book at the same time and they wrestle for the book and tomoya falls on top of reader!!! so now there’s tension every time they see eachother bc they go at the same skl!! SORRY IF ITS SO LONG it’s based off true beauty!!

(Tomoya confesses at the end and they kiss)

ty for ur timeeeeee!!

Can I be 🍮 anon?

hi honey !! thank you so much for the love. i would love to write this fic for you🫶🏽. if im being honest, i haven’t really seen true beauty😭, BUT i will still try my best to fulfill your request💗.

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Reader

Genre: Situationship, Romance, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: emotional vulnerability, fear of commitment, mutual pining

Summary: Two people who keep finding their way back to each other must face the quiet truth that what they share already feels like love.

kio's diary | this fic is so random lol I was just listening to the song and thought this idea would fit. ofc I had to write for Hyunjin as my first skz fic. As always, requests are open<3

(dividers by @doll-fairy)

{now playing: avenue by h.e.r}

With Hyunjin, it always starts the same way.

A late night. A soft knock. A message that doesn’t need to be explained.

You open the door barefoot, heart already racing, and there he is --eyes tired but warm, shoulders slouched like he finally let the day catch up to him. He smiles when he sees you, the kind of smile that feels personal, like it only exists because you’re in his presence.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey.”

He steps inside, and the door clicks shut behind him. The world shrinks.

You don’t ask why he came. He doesn't explain. You both know this routine too well -- when things feel heavy, when he doesn't know where else to go, he ends up with you. And you let him, time and time again.

You sit close on the couch, knees brushing. A movie plays quietly in the background, something neither of you is watching. HIs arm rests along the back of the couch, not touching you, but close enough that you can feel his warmth.

“So,” you murmur, voice barely louder than the TV. “Long day?”

He huffs out a small laugh. “Yeah. One of those days where everything feels… loud.”

You nod, understanding instantly. You’ve learned all his moods without ever officially learning them. You know when he needs space and when he needs company. Tonight, he leans in.

His shoulder presses against yours. You freeze for half a second before relaxing into it, your head tilting just enough to rest against him. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he exhales slowly, like he's been holding that breath all evening.

“You make it quiet,” he says suddenly.

You blink. “Huh?”

“When I’m here,” he explains, voice low. “Things don’t feel so chaotic.”

Your chest tightens in that familiar way -- the way it always does when he says things that sound too much like love and not enough like commitment.

“I’m glad,” you say softly.

His fingers twitch, brushing against your arm. It’s an accidental touch that lingers too long to be accidental. Your skin buzzes where he touches you.

The movie ends. Neither of you move.

“You could stay,” you offer before you can talk yourself out of it. “If you want.

He looks at you then, really looks at you. Something unreadable passes through his eyes -- want, fear, and tenderness all tangled together.

“I don’t want to make this harder than it already is,” he says.

You swallow. “Being here doesn’t make it harder.”

He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with careful fingers, like he's afraid you’ll go away if he moves too fast. Your breath catches.

“You don’t make it hard,” he whispers. “You make it… real.”

That’s when it hits you -- the truth you’ve both been avoiding.

You turn towards him fully, heart pounding. “Then why do you keep acting like this is temporary?”

Silence. Thick. Honest.

He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed. “Because I’m scared that if I admit how much I care, I’ll lose you.”

Your hand finds his, fingers threading together easily, naturally. Like they’ve always belonged there.

“You already have me,” you say. “I’m right here.”

His grip tightens, like he's anchoring himself. When he opens his eyes, they’re shining.

“I don’t know how to promise forever,” he admits. “But I know that when I’m with you, I want to stay. I want to choose you. Over and over.”

Your heart aches, but it’s a sweet ache this time.

“That’s all I’m asking,” you whisper. “Just… don’t treat us like we’re nothing.”

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Then your cheek. Then, finally, your lips -- soft, careful, full of unspoken feelings. It’s not rushed. It’s not desperate. It’s intimate in a way that makes your chest warm.

When he pulls back, he rests his nose against yours.

“I’m not leaving tonight,” he says quietly.

You smile, eyes stinging. “Good.”

Later, you lie tangled together beneath a blanket, his arm draped around your waist, your head tucked under his chin. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear.

The future is still uncertain. Labels are still missing. Fear still lingers.

But tonight, he's here. And he's holding you like you're something precious.

And for now, that feels like love.

Pairing: So Geon x Reader

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: mild angst, insecurity, emotional dependence

Summary: You love So Geon in a way that feels indulgent: sweet, consuming, and terrifying, because you’re never sure if something this good will really stay.

kio's diary<3 | guess who's back lol I finally have the time to write a bit. I barely see any nexz fics so I decided to write one for Geonie. Also check out the new theme, I think it looks so good. As always, my recs are open<3 (dividers by @pixopix )

{now playing: coconut by sailorr ft. eem triplin}

People say love isn’t supposed to taste like anything, but if it did, you’re pretty sure it would taste like this.

Warm. Sweet. Lingering.

You’re curled up against So Geon on the couch, legs tangled, your head resting on his chest while your playlist hums in the background. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, grounding you in a way you're too scared to admit you need. His hand rests on your waist, thumb tracing lazy circles like he's not even aware he's doing it.

You feel spoiled by it.

By him.

Your phone buzzes somewhere nearby, but neither of you reach for it. The world outside feels far away, like it doesn’t get to touch this version of you. The version that’s soft. The version that’s overly attached.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs, an amused expression on his face.

You tilt your head just enough to look up at him. “Can’t help it.”

He grins, all quiet with confidence, yet there’s something tender behind it. Like he knows exactly what he does to you. Like he's trying to be careful with that power.

“I'm that dangerous?” he teases.

You shrug, the grip on his shirt tightening slightly. “Feels like it.”

His smug grin softens into something more vulnerable. “Why?”

You hesitate as the words sit heavy on your tongue. “Because I like you too much.”

The room goes quiet; not awkward, just attentive. His hand stills on your waist.

“That’s… not a bad thing,” he says gently.

You try to laugh it off, but it comes out thin and broken. “It is when I start wondering if you’ll get tired of me. Or bored. Or you'll realize I’m not as sweet as you thought I would be.”

He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. There’s no judgment in his eyes. Only curiosity. Care.

“You think I’m here by accident?”

You stay silent.

He sighs softly and presses his forehead to yours. “You know I could be anywhere, right?”

“But you’re with me.” you whisper.

"Exactly."

You shift closer, straddling his lap without thinking. Your hands rest on his shoulders, grounding yourself in something safe. Real. He doesn't pull away; instead, his hands slide up your back, holding you like he's afraid you’ll disappear.

“You get in your head like this a lot?” he asks quietly.

“Only when I care.”

That earns a gentle smile. “Guess that means I’m in trouble.”

You shake your head. “No. I am.”

You don’t say it, but you’re scared of how much you yearn for him. His attention. His reassurance. The way he looks at you like you’re something irreplaceable. You’re scared that if he pulled away even a little, you’d feel it everywhere.

He kisses you, slow, deliberate, like he's tasting something he doesn't want to rush. It’s not desperate, but it’s full. Intentional. When he pulls back, his thumb brushes your bottom lip.

“You know what I think?” he says.

"What?"

“I think you’re afraid of enjoying this because you think sweetness never lasts.”

Your chest tightens as his words strike something deep inside you.

He continues, voice low and steady. “But I don’t give my time to things I don’t want. I don’t hold people like this unless I mean it.”

You lean into him, forehead against his shoulder. “I just don’t wanna be the one who cares more.”

He chuckles softly. “Too late.”

You glance up. "What?"

He smiles, warm and unguarded. “I’m already there with you.”

Something in you melts at that; relief mixing with longing. You tuck yourself closer, fitting against him like you were made to. He kisses the top of your head, lingering.

“You don’t have to earn me,” he murmurs. “You don’t need to be perfect or sweet all the time.”

“But I want to be,” you admit.

He tilts your face toward his again. “You already are. Even when you’re messy. Even when you’re insecure.”

You hold his gaze, searching for any sign of doubt. You never find it.

Outside, the night stretches on; uncertain, unpredictable. But here, wrapped in his arms, everything feels indulgent. Like something you shouldn’t want this badly, but you do anyway.

You kiss him again, slower this time. As if you’re savoring it.

And maybe it won’t last forever.

But right now, it’s sweet. And it’s yours.

Straykids

Ateez

TXT

Seventeen

Enhypen

Xikers

&team

Cortis

Xlov

Riize

Nct (127, Wayv, Dream)

P1Harmony

Nexz (no suggestive stuff for Seita, Hyui, or Yuki)

a thousand little stars (Kim Hongjoong x Reader)

don't go. (Nakamoto Yuta x Reader)

talk you through it. (Park Seonghwa x Reader)

soft, sweet, yours. (So Geon x Reader)

if you stay a little longer. (Hwang Hyunjin X Reader)

between the stacks (Uemura Tomoya x Reader)

come back to me (Choi Yeonjun x Reader)

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff.

Warnings: none, just the purest fluff you've ever read.

Summary: When the dorm finally quiets down, you and Hongjoong find yourselves alone together in the glow of a single lamp.

a/n: hello loves ! sorry for being inactive, I haven't had much motivation to write but I thought I should try writing something soft and fluffy. enjoy <3

The dorm was unusually quiet this evening.

Most of the members had gone out, leaving you and Hongjoong on the couch together. His laptop sat abandoned on the coffee table, music software still open, but for once, his mind wasn't consumed by beats or music.

Instead, it was consumed by you.

Your soft laughter, the way your hair brushed against his shoulder, and the way your eyes sparkled even under the dim lamplight.

"You know," he murmured, his voice husky with exhaustion, "I think I write better when you're around."

You raised an eyebrow and teased, "Really? I thought you told Seonghwa that I'm a distraction."

Hongjoong chuckled, his hand finding yours instinctively. "You are a distraction. But the good kind...the kind I don't ever want to escape from." He squeezed your fingers gently, his thumb brushing lazy circles against your skin.

The moment was quiet and warm, filled with the soft hum of the fridge and the distant sound of cars outside. Hongjoong shifted closer, resting his head against yours. "I spend all day trying to create something meaningful," he whispered, "but then you smile, and it feels like I've already found the most beautiful song."

You felt your cheeks heat up, but you leaned into him anyway, letting the comfortable silence wrap around you both. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just you, Hongjoong, and a thousand little stars that seemed to exist only in the space between your joined hands.

Pairing: Downbad! Idol! Nakamoto Yuta x Fem! Stripper! Reader

Genre: Situationship, suggestive, headcannons

Warnings: mentions of giving lap dances, grinding (MDNI), yuta and reader have a confusing relationship, yuta is lowkey down bad for reader, yuta calls reader baby, doll, and sweets.

Summary: Just a few head cannons that show the relationship between Yuta and his favorite little dancer.

a/n: second post, let's go!! I'll try to be as active as I can but writer's block always finds a way to haunt me lol. Enjoy and as always, my requests are open!

{now playing: don't go by josh levi}

downbad! Yuta who’s eyes first caught yours a few months ago when his members begged him to go to the strip club with them.

downbad! Yuta who watched you and only you the whole night, studying your every move as you slid up and down the sleek, metal pole.

downbad! Yuta who left the club that night knowing that he wanted to get you alone one day.

downbad! Yuta who visited the same club every week or two, just to watch you dance.

downbad! Yuta who requested a private dance specifically from you one night, his excuse being “you’re more special than the others”

downbad! Yuta who’s confidence left as soon as you two entered the private room, folding under your touch as you straddled his lap on the smooth, leather couch.

downbad! Yuta who as soon as you started dancing, grinding in his lap with slow, deliberate movements, gripped your hips like he was going to lose you if you let go.

downbad! Yuta who was the more talkative one during your private session, whispering things like…

“That’s it baby, just like that”

“Slow down doll, don’t rush. We have all the time in the world”

“I can’t get enough of you, sweets. What are you doing to me?”

downbad! Yuta who told you after your session ended that he wanted to start seeing you but didn’t want anything official or public because of his career.

downbad! Yuta who contemplated his relationship with you after two months, wondering if he made the right choice.

downbad! Yuta who in the middle of his thoughts whirling, got a text from you stating…

“I know what we have may be risky and it might ruin your image…but don’t go, not yet."

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Female! Reader

Genre: Established relationship, suggestive, drabble / short fic

Warnings: mentions of sex / foreshadowing sex (MDNI), making out, hickeys, reader is obsessed with Seonghwa’s voice (me too girl, me too), name calling (my love, my pretty girl, darling), light praise

Summary: You’re completely obsessed with Seonghwa’s smooth, soft voice….in more ways than one.

note: Ahhhh my first fic on this page since my "re brand" ! Ever since the lemon drop comeback, Seonghwa has had me in a choke hold so I had to write a little something for my baby. Enjoy the story and as always, my requests are open!

{now playing: talk you through it by kwn and flo}

Everyone knows that Seonghwa has a beautiful voice.

Whether it’s him singing his verse in an Ateez song, him answering a question during an interview, or him simply humming his favorite song around the room of your shared apartment.

You can’t get enough.

Especially when both of you have off days, the two of you tangled in the soft sheets of your king sized bed as you pull him into a passionate kiss.

Seonghwa kisses back, rolling you two over to straddle you as his tongue teases your mouth to enter.

You let him in, your tongues dancing together as you moan and whimper softly. You comb your hands through his soft hair, tugging slightly which causes him to groan into your mouth.

Seonghwa pulls away slowly, biting your lip as his kisses trail down from your jaw to your neck.

“You’re so beautiful my love.”

“My pretty girl, so good for me.”

“Don’t be shy darling, let me know how good it feels."

He whispers in between soft kisses and bites, creating hickeys in different spots on your neck.

You whimper softly at every word, his soft voice hypnotizing you into a wave of pleasure, making you want him even more.

“Please Seonghwa, please.” you beg.

“Please what, darling? Tell me exactly what you want.” he replies sensually, trailing his kisses back up to your jaw.

“Need you so bad. I want you to touch me.” you say with a soft gasp as you feel his hand grazing waistband of your pants.

“I got you, my love. I’ll give you whatever you want."

"Just let me talk you through it."